Ages blur away, once at a time
We were silent waiting by the shoreline
She locked out the door, went for a ride
We were safe but standing in the wrong line
Living a lonesome scape
This might not change anything
If we wake up
Could we grow against the wind
Could we slow this river down
When danger's stepping in
She puts promises and hope in those cribs
I remember hearing their heartbeats
She trows photographs in burning stones
Fragile reveries that have died young
Fated to rise and decay
This might be the time to change
If we wake up
Could we grow against the wind
Could we slow this river down
When danger's stepping in
Could a rupture lead us to the ground, where we'll find the meaning
If we are given
One more choice before the end
Would we awake?
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Ages blur away, once at a time
We were silent waiting by the shoreline
She locked out the door, went for a ride
We were safe but standing in the wrong line
Living a lonesome scape
This might not change anything
If we wake up
Could we grow against the wind
Could we slow this river down
When danger's stepping in
She puts promises and hope in those cribs
I remember hearing their heartbeats
She trows photographs in burning stones
Fragile reveries that have died young
Fated to rise and decay
This might be the time to change
If we wake up
Could we grow against the wind
Could we slow this river down
When danger's stepping in
Could a rupture lead us to the ground, where we'll find the meaning
If we are given
One more choice before the end
Would we awake?
We were silent waiting by the shoreline
She locked out the door, went for a ride
We were safe but standing in the wrong line
Living a lonesome scape
This might not change anything
If we wake up
Could we grow against the wind
Could we slow this river down
When danger's stepping in
She puts promises and hope in those cribs
I remember hearing their heartbeats
She trows photographs in burning stones
Fragile reveries that have died young
Fated to rise and decay
This might be the time to change
If we wake up
Could we grow against the wind
Could we slow this river down
When danger's stepping in
Could a rupture lead us to the ground, where we'll find the meaning
If we are given
One more choice before the end
Would we awake?
Writer: Gary Gananian, Pedro Cesario
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid